kudos

to the bored cop who drove us home when we were on acid.
to Matt, for being brave (on acid) enough to hop in the front.
to LeBlanc, for being stupid enough to get in the back with me.
to the cop again, for actually lettings us out instead of taking us to jail (that special jail with the rubber walls for people on acid.)
to my parents, for being sound asleep when i crawled in the back door like a drooling, twitching, gelatinous, nerve-endings-on-the-outside-of-my-body, psychoactive druggard at five o'clock in the morning.
to the flashback.
still waiting.